Title: Fruits and Nuts

Fruits and Nuts
by Amazon X
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WALTER SKINNER'S CONDO
LATE SATURDAY NIGHT

Walter and John lay entwined in each other's arms, kissing gently, stroking each other's bodies. It had been a hellish week. John and Monica Reyes had uncovered yet another dead-end on their quest to discover the secret location of the current colonist's hideout. But, with all the noise they made within the township where they were sure the bunker was, the colonists would be hightailing it out of there post-haste. John arrived on Walter's doorstep with a long face and slumped shoulders.

Walter had only gotten home earlier than he had since he was dismissed from his meeting early, not having nearly enough to report as they wanted. His agents had solved their cases, there was no exciting news; he wasn't in charge of the X-Files anymore. He'd gotten home early, finished the pot roast he'd put in the slow cooker that morning and uncorked a bottle of red wine. John had
shown up right on time to eat and rest. Of course, after the two anal-retentive former Marines cleaned the kitchen to its former sparkling state, they made their way up the stairs.

Walter made them rest in a hot bubble bath, sponging John down and relaxing him. They ended up in bed, doing their best to ignore the past week and allow themselves to enjoy their night. John pulled away and looked into Walter's warm brown eyes. "Thank you for tonight. I needed this."

"We both did, John. It's almost perfect, huh?"

"Yeah, almost." They both knew what was missing. It was their younger, errant lover, who drifted in and out of their lives like that perfect, cool, breezy summer's day that everyone waited and
wished for in August. He'd been gone for almost four months this time. They'd gotten an email within the first month, and then nothing. They sent their weekly update, both writing a message to
the younger man each, and then praying he was at least able to read it.

"He'll be home soon, John."

"Who'd have thought I would be missing the presence of Alex Krycek?" John mused, so quietly he barely heard it himself.

"I don't think that's too hard to believe," came the silk-smooth voice from the doorway. Both men looked up to see their third, naked, holding a cobalt blue bowl. They sat up and looked on dumbly as Alex walked over and crawled across the bed on one hand and knees while balancing the bowl in the other. All three men greedily exchanged kisses.

"Hey, Ratboy, welcome back," John said, taking the bowl and setting it on the blanket.

"Hi, Pupster," Alex purred back. "Missed me?"

Walter sat up and looked at the two men. "I, apparently, missed something."

"Yes, you did, Pooky," Alex said, latching onto Walter's neck.

"Pooky? Pardon me?" Walter asked, indignantly pulling away.

"That's what Garfield calls his teddy bear. And you're the snuggliest bear I know, Pooky."

Walter grimaced. John leaned over and licked up the other side of Walter's neck and looked down at Alex. "I will accept Pupster. But you call me Odie, and you die."

Alex laughed and kissed the man.

"So, aren't you going to ask me about the cherries?" Alex inquired.

"You'll tell us, or show us," Walter said, proving Alex would do just that. Taking one from the bowl, he bit into it and let the juice drip down his lip. He reached out with the half-cherry and
wiped it across John's chest, leaving a deep red stripe across the lightly haired flesh. Alex followed behind with his tongue, lapping up the juice he left behind.

"Nice trick," Walter commented, smiling. "Can I try that?"

"Be my guest," Alex answered before taking another lick of John's chest, rendering the man, a pool of jelly.

Walter selected a particularly dark cherry, bit into it, and proceeded to paint Alex's nipples until they were erect and dripping. He sucked each clean. He was pleased to hear Alex's ragged breath when he pulled away. The men each took turns biting cherries and painting each other's bodies to lick them clean. Both older men were very turned on, sporting purple, dripping erections.
Alex thought he had them both quivering, both on the edge and ready to beg to be allowed to come.

"You guys ready for me? Take me together? Can't wait any longer for your little Ratboy to get on the rotisserie?" The smirk on Alex's face was just one step over the line. Both men grabbed him
and tipped him onto his back, each grabbing a leg. Alex was hanging over the edge of the bed, his head almost touching the floor. Walter had a cherry, as well did John, and they set to work painting Alex's scrotum with juice. He had one sure place where he was the most sensitive, his balls.

After his formerly pale pink skin was turned a dark, glistening red, they began to work on him. Walter with one ball, John with the other, licking, sucking and pulling on Alex. They heard a low
sound, a purring, and knew it was Alex. He upped to a moaning and hissing. Finally, he graduated to an all out wailing when Walter and John began taking their turns deep-throating his now-hard cock. After what he thought was an eternity, he let go and came, both men sharing the sticky gift of their lover.

A few moments passed before Alex said, "Hey, guys? The blood has left my dick and is pooling in my eyes. Can you get me up?"

Two strong hands guided him into a sitting position and he shared kisses that tasted of himself with them. But he did not like the look that passed between them again and tried to move away but, of
course, John was fast and Walter strong and he was held down to the bed.

"Walt, what was he saying about a rotisserie a bit ago?"

"Oh, I think he'd like us to play cards on his back, is all, Johnny. Shall we?"

"I think so."

Alex was amazed at how fast they could get him into position, with John thrusting in his mouth and Walter lubed and pressing into his ass. He liked Walter in his ass best, being a size-queen, as
Walter had once called him, teasing. They went slowly, taking their pleasure from him, knowing Alex was in heaven there, between the two men who loved him, possibly the only two people who ever did and ever will. They rocked him gently and of course, Alex made John come first, drinking down every drop.

John sat back to watch his favorite show, the Rat and Bear parade. Walter took his time, thrusting slowly and solidly into Alex, flexing as many muscles as he could, posing behind the younger man,
holding Alex's shoulders. John watched in rapt fascination until time, and age took over and Walter finally came, shouting and shaking, resting on Alex's back. John crawled into the fold and
all three men stroked each other, bestowing kisses where they could reach.

After a bit more, the bowl was emptied of its last few cherries it was put on the floor, containing only pits. With Alex in the middle, Walter turned off his bedside lamp and the three men settled down to go to sleep. But not before a few questions were answered.

"Alex, where did you find cherries in December?" Walter asked.

"Took a lot of looking, but you can find anything if you look hard enough."

"Is that where you've been?" John injected. He had to try.

"We can talk about that in the morning, OK?"

"Yeah, OK. That was some nice treat, though. They were all so sweet, too. And dark."

"You know what Walter always says."

Both men together recited, "The darker the cherry, the sweeter the juice!"

After their giggles died down, they shared a few more kisses and settled again."

"Good night, Pupster."

"Goodnight, Ratboy."

After another quiet moment, they both sang out, "Goodnight, Pooky!"

"I'll get you both for this."

The End

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